Mockingbird

What happened To quiet Starry nights Or communing with sweet autumn wind Laughing with darkness And finding the stillness within Now rushing flows of man-made lava Burn our minds to numb Neon and brillance That destroys and cools So now we prefer Falsity to truth For fiction's always easier to trust If sculpted lies mean so much more To our twisted desperation Turns out there's more than one way To kill a mockingbird

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